56. What if…

OLIVER

"But," I rolled down my sleeves and flashed him a little grin, "I could just be assuming he's here for revenge."

Victor still looked like he needed some time to process what I'd just told him. His face was pale and he battled with confusion.

"Let's go to the office, Victor," getting down to work would be a good distraction until she decided to return home. What would she like for dinner?

Maybe I should prepare Lucia's favourite meal for her. She had always liked that and always jumped around asking her mother to make some.

"What if he's out for revenge against your grandfather?" He suddenly asked.

"What if...?"

"Then that makes him a friend of a common enemy. We could use him for our own gain, of course."

I liked his thoughts, so evil, but, "No. We already have our hands full. I'm not about to pull along a clueless detective with nothing but a raging hard-on in his pants and a thirst for revenge which is now starting to look like lust."

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